Wearing a little crying bag as a paranoid villain [Transmigration Book]

Yan Mengsheng's failure of the subject this time has attracted the attention of the principal and teachers of various subjects. If Yan Mengsheng was not at home because of illness and didn't like to be close to strangers, these teachers might rush to Yan's house to ask what happened.

Yan Bo called back and criticized Yan Mengsheng, while Chu Xuan listened, secretly laughing.

After hanging up the phone, Yan Mengsheng put the phone on the table.Chu Xuan smiled back, because he insisted on drawing him himself, but at this time, Yue Mo was going to be angry.

You have to stay away from him, or you will be affected by anger——

Thinking of this, Chu Xuan silently moved to the side, Yan Mengsheng caught a glimpse of the little dog and dog away from him out of the corner of his eye, his brows and eyes flashed brightly, and with a big hand, he easily dragged the child over.

Chu Xuan: "..."

Chu Xuan's small body changed places in an instant, lamenting that Yan Mengsheng's strength is really strong, but it's a pity that he can't use it in a good place, it's just right to move bricks.

Turning his head slightly, facing Shangyan Mengsheng's unwavering black eyes, Chu Xuan pretended to be cute and smirked: Hehehehehehe.

Yan Mengsheng was silent for a while, then slightly parted his lips and asked, "What are you running for?"

Chu Xuan's eyeballs rolled around in the sockets, and his voice was soft: "Look at what my brother said, aren't long legs just for running?"

Yan Mengsheng raised his brows lightly, and said meaningfully: "What are you doing?"

Chu Xuan immediately thought of the following, and said in a milky voice: "Didn't brother get scolded, I wanted to pour you a glass of milk to calm down~"

Yan Mengsheng, who was stabbed for the third time: "..."

The teachers' inquiries, Yan Bo's questioning, and Chu Xuan's re-spraying of the wound.

Chu Xuan felt the pull of the clothes on the back of his neck loosen, and Yan Mengsheng's big hand was slowly lowered, followed by a cold voice.

"I'm not angry, you don't have to run."

At the same time that Chu Xuan felt that his mind had been guessed, he also noticed the unusual meaning in Yan Mengsheng's words, his lowered eyes flickered, he slowly raised his small face, and then put his warm and small hands on When it reached the back of Yan Mengsheng's hand, his voice was serious and soft.

"I won't run if you're angry or not."

There was a steady stream of warm warmth coming from the back of his hand, holding his somewhat cold hand to warm it up a bit, that cute little face had a serious expression, and Yan Meng's long and dense eyelashes trembled visibly, The light-colored lips also pursed slightly, and finally said nothing.

Chu Xuan knows that he doesn't talk much, only when he bullies him.

Chu Xuan glanced at the smart timetable on the wall, it was nearly ten o'clock in the evening, thinking that Yan Mengsheng would start answering questions at night, and would be scolded after answering, he would probably be very tired.

"Brother, it's ten o'clock, it's time to go to bed." He pointed to the clock while talking.

Yan Mengsheng looked in the direction he pointed, and it was indeed already ten o'clock. He was a little surprised in his heart, he felt that it hadn't been long, why did a few hours pass so quickly?

Chu Xuan stood up and yawned, his eyes were covered with mist circles, and finally turned into dots of sparkle in his eyes.

"Brother, go to bed early, and have a good night's dream." Chu Xuan yawned again, tired, the child's body was too easily tired.

Yan Mengsheng nodded and said back to him: "Good night."

When Chu Xuan's small figure disappeared at the stairs, Yan Mengsheng turned off the TV that was still playing, and turned on his mobile phone, which showed a picture of a large playground.

"Take you to the playground the day after tomorrow." Yan Mengsheng raised the corners of his mouth, and his voice was casual with a smile.

After speaking, he got up from the sofa and returned to his room.

"Yan Bo has returned to China, when are you looking for him?" Fang Zhen called Jiang Heng when she learned that Yan Bo had returned to China. "You'd better go today, otherwise who knows if he will fly abroad again."

Jiang Heng's voice came from the phone, "I'll find him today, don't worry."

"Have you found Chu Yao's suicide note?" Fang Zhen asked again, in fact, her face already showed an expression of certainty.

The voice from the other end came out again, "Don't worry, I've found the suicide note, and everything is going according to plan."

"Then waiting for your good news."

"Ah."

Holding a handwritten suicide note in his hand, Jiang Heng called Yan Bo. Yan Bo frowned when he saw the caller ID.

"Let's meet today, I have something to tell you."

Only this sentence.

But after hearing this sentence, Yan Bo's right eyelid twitched wildly, which made him very upset, and he felt that nothing good happened.

Yan Bo called the secretary to the office, "Help me cancel today's meeting first, I have something to go out for."

The secretary nodded.

Yan Bo left the company, looking at the location on his phone, Jiang Heng made an appointment at a high-end restaurant.

Jiang Heng sat in a private room that was so spacious that it could seat more than a dozen people, crossed his hands and waited for the arrival of another person, with a piece of paper on one side of his hand.

Suddenly the door was pushed open, Jiang Heng's eyes moved slightly, he smiled and stood up to meet Yan Bo.

Unexpectedly, there was no expression on Yan Bo's face, not even basic polite greetings. Jiang Heng took a deep breath and smiled again.

"Mr. Yan, long time no see, sit down quickly!" Jiang Heng stretched out his hand to let him take a seat.

Yan Bo sat down with a cold face, looking at Jiang Heng's scalp-numbing smile, he felt more and more uneasy.

"what's up?"

Jiang Heng smiled, "Mr. Yan, I'm here today, mainly to catch up with you."

"Everyone is a businessman, just say it directly, there is no need to beat around the bush."

Jiang Heng showed a kind smile and raised his head, "Then I'll be honest, I want to bring Jiang Xuan back to Jiang's family, after all, he is not Mr. Yan's biological son, so there has been a lot of trouble these days."

Seeing that the person in front of him suddenly lowered his face, the hand holding the teacup was secretly exerting force, and the latter was still smiling, waiting for the next word.

"When you abandoned him and raised him, did you remember that he was your own son?" Yan Bo frowned, and small mountains and rivers appeared between his brows.

"The Jiang family's rules are hard to break, and now I have the ability to take him back." Jiang Heng opened and closed his mouth, speaking in an extremely relaxed tone, as if he was talking about one thing, just throwing the chicken and duck away. The smallest thing.

This tone also annoyed Yan Bo, "Jiang Heng, your face is wasted if you have a long skin."

Jiang Heng couldn't hold back his smile anymore. He didn't expect Yan Bo to mock him so bluntly. He calmed down and smiled again, "I know I didn't take responsibility back then. I didn't have any status until Chu Yao gave birth to a child. It was my fault. But now I want to make up for all this, not to disappoint me and Chu Yao's child, that is Chu Yao's only flesh and blood."

Jiang Heng didn't dare to offend the person in front of him easily, it would be of no benefit to him.

Yan Bo took a sip of tea, drinking tea so loudly that he could hear it, and finally put the teacup heavily on the table, making a lot of noise.

"I have enough ability to raise Jiang Xuan now. I don't want my flesh and blood to be left outside. I want to bring him back to Jiang's family to raise him and grow up well." Seeing that Yan Bo was about to refuse, Jiang Heng stretched out his hand for the paper at hand Picking it up, "This is Chu Yao's suicide note. It contains her last wish. You can read it." After speaking, he put the piece of paper in front of Yan Bo.

Yan Bo looked at the black and white paper, with a lot of words written on it, his eyes stayed on the paper for a long time.

"Jiang Heng, I hope you will take good care of Xiao Xuan and let him grow up healthily."

Yan Bo looked at it for a long time, just a few lines of words on that piece of paper for a long time.

"Since it's her...last wish, I respect it." These two sentences seemed to have exhausted all the strength, her voice was a little hoarse, and the knuckles of the teacup she was holding were turning white with force.

Jiang Heng smiled: "Then when can I take Xiao Xuan away?"

Yan Bo seemed to have aged several years, and said slowly: "It's up to you." After a delay of two seconds, his face returned to indifference, and he looked at Jiang Heng with extremely cold eyes, "Treat him well."

"Otherwise, it would not be difficult for your Jiang family company to go bankrupt."

Jiang Heng's eyes froze for a moment, and then he relaxed for a second, afraid that Yan Bo would notice something, "Don't worry, my child will of course treat him well."

The next afternoon.

Yan Mengsheng went out for a trip, but no one knew what he was doing.

Chu Xuan was sitting on the sofa watching TV while kneading sunflower seeds. He was so excited that his little feet in white socks turned around.

A black Ferrari suddenly stopped at the entrance of the villa. A man got out of the car, pulled his tie, and walked into the villa.

"Sir, what are you here for?" Reiko held out her hand to stop him, not letting him take a step forward.

"I'm here to take Jiang Xuan home."

……

When Yan Mengsheng came back at night, the eyes of the maids were red, as if they had just cried, and Lingzi cried the most, her face was full of tears.

Seeing them like this, Yan Mengsheng's heart sank suddenly, and he began to jump around in panic, frowning and asking, "Why are you crying? Where's Jiang Xuan?"

Lingzi's crying voice trembled, "Young Master Yan, Xiao Xuan was taken away, and the man said he was Xiao Xuan's biological father."

The thing Yan Mengsheng was carrying in his hand fell to the ground with a "slap", and he turned and left Yan's house.

Going to another house of the Yan family, he went straight to the house, and searched the living room, study room, and other rooms, but there was no sign of Yan Bo. At this time, Yan Mengsheng's beautiful eyebrows and eyes seemed to have condensed frost, his expression was gloomy, and his whole body exuded terror All the way, he only dared to shrink his head and wait and see this cold boy in black, not daring to take a step closer.

Finally, I found Yan Bo in front of the small swimming pool at the back. He was sitting beside the calm swimming pool in a daze, motionless.

There are only gentle sounds of wind and faint water around, and the silent night is quiet and calm.

Yan Bo turned his head slightly, seeing Yan Mengsheng's suppressed angry face, still expressionless.

"You said that he was your own son before, so you were lying to me." The voice was as cold as the howling wind in winter, with the sharpness of hurting people hidden.

"I was afraid that you would bully that child."

Yan Mengsheng slowly clenched his hands by his side, his voice was low and hoarse, like a beast about to go mad, "Why do you allow others to take him away? He is something you can bring back if you want, and throw it out if you want Is it?" Because he was so angry that he almost lost his mind.

"Being strong in leadership doesn't mean handling housework well. I understand it. I've known it since you let that woman go back to Yan's house."

Yan Bo straightened up, a little unbelievable. Although this child has bipolar disorder, he never dared to disrespect him. Today he has the courage to question him.

"Whether you like it or not, he has already been picked up, and it's useless to say anything." Yan Bo was also agitated at first, but was even more agitated when he was questioned by Yan Mengsheng, "Perhaps in front of his biological father It's better to grow up..."

Yan Mengsheng interrupted him directly, "I don't allow him to be picked up by others."

The voice is undeniably overbearing.

It was the first time Yan Bo heard Yan Mengsheng's disobedience to him, and he was even more furious, his body arched slightly, "You still want to take him back? Did you understand what I said? It was his biological father who took him away." Now, what do you think it's good for you to go!"

Yan Mengsheng turned around and walked outside with a piercing voice.

"Of course I will."

"He's my brother."

"Of course I have to answer." Yan Bo stood up from his chair angrily, "If you leave Yan's house, don't come back! I don't even admit that you are my Yan Bo's son."

Yan Mengsheng's footsteps paused, and then he walked forward indifferently, further and further away.

When Yan Mengsheng disappeared from sight, Yan Bo slumped on the chair as if he had lost his strength, his heartbeat was rushing and flustered, and his chest heaved and fluctuated.

After looking at the calm water for a long time, my breathing stabilized.

Why didn't he want to bring Xiao Xuan back, but the wish of the deceased is not easy to violate, let alone Chu Yao's last wish.

The cute appearance of that child began to appear in front of his eyes, his eyes twinkling like stars, his soft voice, and he obediently called him father... Finally, he closed his eyes and stopped thinking, and there was another heavy sigh.

The servant looked at Yan Bo who had been sitting in the courtyard all night, and didn't dare to disturb him.

When Yan Mengsheng took a taxi back to the house, it was already very late, looking at the mobile phone that didn't even have a phone, why didn't he call him?

Finally put away the phone, Yan Mengsheng opened the courier, and there were two short-sleeved pieces, one large and one small, impressively inside.

One blue, one green.

Next to the two short sleeves are the test results from the private doctor.

and also……

I was supposed to go to the amusement park tomorrow.